That was me hitting the wall on my long run on Saturday. I hit it early and I hit it hard.
My run started off well enough. The weather was perfect, in the upper 40’s with a light breeze and slightly overcast. That weather does not seem perfect for much else aside from running, does it? The only thing holding me back was Chris’ hand.
Chris had surgery on his pinkie last week [he’s ok, I promise] so we decided that I should push the stroller so he didn’t injure it again or slow his healing. Admittedly, I was a bit nervous about pushing the stroller for 10 miles, because I have never even come close to pushing it that far, but if Chris could push it 8 miles on Monday night with his
complete lack of running training disadvantage, then I was up for the challenge.
We started off on one of my favorite sections of running path and things were going great. I switched pushing arms every time the song on my iPhone changed. The first two miles clicked by at almost exactly my target pace. Mile three had a few hills that were accentuated by the weight of the stroller. It is amazing how inclines that were hardly noticeable before turn into endless steep grades while pushing the Bob. It turns out that Indiana isn’t flat at all!
Mile four had another slight, but steady incline. It was pure torture. I could feel my arms and shoulders burning with fatigue from pushing the stroller. We turned a corner to continue up the slight grade. My legs began to feel tired also. Less than halfway through, I had hit the wall.
Suddenly my excitement about the perfect weather and my anticipation of the sense of accomplishment that running ten miles would bring was replaced with a feeling of impending doom. Chris could tell that I was running out of steam, and that, yes, I was serious about it. He bailed me out and pushed for the last six or so miles. Whew! I feel like a big wimp, but I’m glad to have that run checked off of my calendar.
Less than two weeks until the Indy Monumental Half Marathon!